*I went to see Jay-Z’s team. How cool is that? Mr. Brooklyn. He runs this town.
For $39, we got seats right up at the top of the stadium. It’s not advisable for the vertigo-afflicted (you could literally have a chat with Zeus on Mount Olympus from our stand) but the atmosphere was incredible. Snap back caps, foam fingers and corn dogs for as far as the eye could see.
Death potential: High. But what an American way to go. Hamburgers and fries at the funeral fo’sho. |
And the American dream did not end there. The ‘Brooklynettes’ cheerleading squad came out and shook what their momma’s gave them (ain’t no spirit fingers in Brooklyn baby), and then fired game tees into the crowd with big bazooka guns.
Dress me in stars and stripes and stick me on an eagle, I am so totally American right now.
Final score: Nets 116, Pistons: 104. Go Nets! |
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